Less than 72 hours. That's how long it took Hurley to destroy his Cone O' Shame.
|I might be a mean Mom but I totally laughed at Hurley struggling to find a way to chew on his bone with the cone.|
He is recovering well from his neuter. And by recovering well, I mean, acting as if he didn't undergo surgery a short 3 days ago. Keeping him inactive is quite the challenge. To show his displeasure at being kept in his kennel, tethered or otherwise immobilized, he has:
- Woken us up in the middle of the night. Repeatedly. Yes, he's a 5:30 am riser but it hasn't been since the first week we had him that he has woken us up at 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5am!
-Dragged a chair across the room.
-Removed the heating vent from the floor.
-Destroyed the Cone by just plowing it into as many animate and inanimate objects that he possibly can. In fact, his new favorite game has been steal the toy from Maggie/Sadie by attempting to chop off their legs with the sharp cone edges. My poor girls!
Part of me is glad the cone is gone. I will be keeping an eye on him to make sure he's not bothering his surgery stitches; if he needs another cone, we are definitely going with one of those softer cones that are more of a donut around his neck. A) we will all be happier with softer cone edges and b) He won't be able to crack a softer donut cone by slamming it into things (I hope).